The space within the Dark Energy core region twisted ever more violently. Dark-purple currents slithered everywhere like venomous snakes, devouring even light wherever they touched. Shen Hao and Yan Bing stood side by side, the Dao auras around them forming two distinct curtains of light—Shen Hao's four-colored Origin Fusion Power was like a star sea that embraced all things, while Yan Bing's red-and-blue Flame Ice Power was like a blade woven from ice and fire, stubbornly holding out against the corrosion of Dark Energy.
"Lord Shen, that figure's aura is growing stronger and stronger." Yan Bing's voice carried a trace of gravity. He could feel his Flame Ice Power slowly being devoured by the Dark Energy, and even the fluctuations of Origin Power within his body had become somewhat chaotic.
Shen Hao nodded. The Star Core Seal at his fingertips lit up with a silver-purple glow, and a Space Rune flowed along his Dao aura, forming a spatial barrier around them that temporarily isolated part of the Dark Energy's corrosion. "That figure should be the consciousness vessel of the Dark Energy core. We shall call it the Lord of the Dark Core. It is using the power of the spatial rift to condense a physical form. If it fully takes shape, the consequences will be unthinkable."
With a wave of his hand, a four-colored stream of light shot toward the spatial rift. Mixed within it was the cutting power of spatial origin, attempting to sever the Dark Energy tentacles reinforcing the rift. The instant the stream struck the tentacles, sizzling sounds rang out. Black smoke billowed from the severed portions, yet new tentacles quickly surged from the rift to fill the gaps.
"No. These tentacles regenerate too quickly," Yan Bing said with a frown. "And the runes on them can